Alright, I'll be honest with you here. I was all inspired to write a blog, so I set up an account, but I found a little snag. I have no clue on what to write about. So, I guess for now I'll just post up my random musings. I have to warn you though, many things I say you will not be able to understand. For example, curly hair looks like turtles. See? You're probably saying wtf, cazy lady? But my beloved friends will smile and high five when they see that. Today, I have been mentally revisting the idea of death. My friend's boyfriend wrote this little gem after I was talking to him about it earlier. "Life is a prison. It is to punish us from our original splendor from using it to hurt or to bribe. Death is the guard of the prison he lets people in and out of life. Only when death is present shall we learn the true meaning of life, that is that it is a punishment and when he arrives to our cell it is to let us free back to our original splendor, back to the place nobody can plunder or destroy, back to our old selves where we will be forever more unless we commit another crime and are to be punished again. We are forced to be in this prison but for some it is a place better then the one they came from due to the many friends and families which they have never seen before and never will see after when returning to there own original place. Yet for others it is a curse and death torches them by putting them close to the people who will go the quickest or torches them when death is not looking. At the end of your long and painful punishment you are in the worst part of it. Death starts taking away the people that you have held dearly and you fall into an endless pit of disparity wanting and waiting for death to come and some times he teases you and leaves you there and makes you wait. Some call him to escape over the walls of the prison with suicide. When coming in to this punishment you know nothing of what will happen and when people start to think what happens, some come up with ridiculous stories, others just say it is life (which it is)."  For the most part, I agree with this. I only differ in believing that there is nothing waiting after death. I feel that it is black nothingness that is the same as dreamless sleep only, you never wake up from it. That's the bliss that I think is waiting for all of us, the bliss of ignorance.